This week-end I'm going camping with Dad. I'm not really sure what to expect. We don't really hang out that much, nor are we from a "camping family". Nonetheless, I am excited. I'm bringing my guitar, and we're going to sing, and we'll probably read our Bibles together. I just hope I don't get bitten by mosquitos. I don't even know where we're going, but at least it's nearing fall so there won't be too many bugs. I have turned into a city girl, and I don't mind. I just love people, and having all the amenities nearby.
For the past couple days I have been doing something that I hope I can keep up as a habit. I wake up, make myself a pot of green tea, a bowl of oatmeal, and sit at the kitchen table to read my Bible. It has been very refreshing, and I even wrote a corresponding journal this morning. I know the importance of keeping a spiritual journal, so this is something I want to keep on doing. I just need to give myself more time to do it, and if only I could fit a run in there somehow...